Today was Vet Day for Calpurnia. She was due for a checkup and some blood work and I wanted to ask the vet about the sneezes. Calla isn’t exactly afraid of going to the vet, but she doesn’t like not being in control of her surroundings either. She has things going pretty smoothly around here, all things considered.
I was running a bit behind and didn’t do my usual prep for a vet visit – getting the carriers down and set up before collecting the cats. Instead I grabbed Calla and took her out to the garage and started to pull her box down from its high shelf for her. One hand for the box, which was on another, and her tucked into my side like a fuzzy football. A protesting fuzzy football!
There was a certain amount of banging of the boxes, and Calla doesn’t like the garage so she was getting pretty loud. This is supposed to be meaningful. She’s a quite a quiet cat in normal conditions, so much so that when she gives a soft warning mew when one of the boys violates her space they act like a rattlesnake has rattled instead of a Persian mewed. But her pipes are still there when she wants to use them.
She was good in the car and in the exam room during the weighing, just giving an odd Force 2 Meow to tell everyone how tough she was. She’s normally not that hard to control on the table, but she has a magnetic attraction towards the edge nearest the carrier. As soon as I let her she was down and at the carrier, and it only took her a second to realize that the front door was closed and the top open and vault in ready to go home.
On a previous visit she was in such a hurry to get in she ran into one with Julius inside already and pushed her way right past him to the back. I’ve never seen him so surprised…no, there was one other time, when she was trying to run inside and she ducked between his front and back legs and ran under him.
When the Vet came in for the exam, she was so busy gushing over how pretty Calla was that she had the devil of a time looking at the ears and teeth. Usually I keep the cats from squirming too much by holding them against me and they submit with reasonable grace. This time the vet was trying to get some pets in and Calla was using her considerable squirming powers to thwart the exam. Did this vet think she was dealing with an ordinary cat?
Finally I had mercy on the poor woman and helped get Calla under control. Then she took her away to get blood taken and her claws clipped. Claws Clipped!!
They obviously had no idea of the forces they were playing with. I could hear her giving some Warnings of Dire Portent now and again. It seemed to take a while – quite a while but finally she came back in perched in a nice carrier with a thick pillow cushion. This was odd because my carrier was right here with me in the exam room! Calpurnia had apparently run right into this one and took it over so firmly that the techs thought it belonged to her.
At the checkout the tech was gushing about how pretty she was and how nice it must be to have a ‘talkative cat’ that you can have a nice conversation with. Poor Calpurnia! All that tough talk and the silly girl thought it was idle chatter.
At least around here we understand her properly.